Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.